The Villain Cinderella

Why Me?

It was Lady Gaga's 'Bad Romance' that woke me up the next day.

The first thing I did was swing my arm out to try and locate my phone from where it was hiding on my bed table in plain sight. The second thing I did was swear as I stretched the muscles that had been bruised from the one sided fight last night. After completing the first task, shutting the alarm off, I laid in bed as my hands wandered my body, categorizing my still healing wounds.

Luckily there wasn't any bruises on my face, but I could tell there was going to be a painting on my torso when I looked in the mirror. A painting that didn't make any sense, but it's yellows and purples and dark blues told a tale of battle.

(More like, react before you hit the wall from the random person who had flew straight at you. That was a little more accurate.)

The broken rib was a little sore, and had thankfully healed during the night. One of the advantages of being me, a faster healing rate. Most heroes had that power, and a few unlucky ones didn't. They had to go through the whole healing process, including physical therapy after each battle they fought in. I didn't want to be like those losers.

My body ached and my head suddenly found the motion of getting out of bed enough of an excuse to start pounding away. I groaned, but stopped as the noise made my head hurt even worse. I cursed loudly in my head, using every word that I ever knew to insult any hero that I might have known or encountered. Which was a lot, sadly.

The shower beckoned me, and I sluggishly moved towards it, groaning every once in awhile like an old lady who couldn't move without the use of her walker. I stripped of my remaining clothing, and turned the value to hot water and turned the hose on.

Bliss.

My bruise still hurt, but my aching muscles didn't bother me anymore. That meant no accidental charlie horses in the middle of random classes, yay! I stayed in as long as I could, scrubbing any indication of last night off my body, and letting it swirl down the drain. I felt much more awake than I had before, and I had the energy to move around.

Then the water spurted on top of me, and suddenly ice cold water replaced the warm, and I shrieked as it touched my skin. I turned the water off, shivering. What in heaven's name happened? I dried off, and got dressed, my hair clinging to my face as my teeth chattered. All of the aches seemed to come back with a vengeance, and I muttered more curses under my breath.

Then there was a flurry of knocks on my door, and a voice yelling from outside. "Cas, we need to go! We're late!"

I looked over at my alarm clock, and choked on my curses because I was ten minutes away from being late to my nearest class. And it took about eight minutes to get there, if I ran really hard. Grabbing my backpack holding my computer and textbook, I practically flew out of my apartment and almost hit one of my best friends.

"Easy there, tiger." Courtney said, holding up her hands in a mock calm down gesture. "Don't go throwing yourself around, we'll get to school in time."

"Yeah, you don't have a class that doesn't start in less than ten minutes!" I said, but Courtney grabbed my arm and held up an object in her hand.

"Yeah, but I have a car." She said, waving a black key in the air. The key to our salvation and our attendance records. Well, my attendance record. Courtney came on time every once in a blue moon.

I gave her a relieved smile, "when did you get a new car?"

"New boyfriend." Courtney rolled her eyes, "now come on. Or we really will be late."

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It was dance class when I got a note from an office aid. I had a scholarship in dance, but one of the drawbacks was that I had to peer tutor a class in it. Which was, by all means, fine by me. I loved dance, I loved moving around. The beat of the music around me, making my moves fluid or strong.